I stumble drunk through this old and unloving world talking alone into the stone cold air and I scare myself, but Yes, once I thought the world shines brighter It's the clouds on the black withered skies, either or it's just me
Do you think as I do? It where the nights. They somehow tricked us. How's that working? When so much is there, what you await, but You think of the best son.Do you think as I do? You're telling this is me But sorry, I'm not the man you used to see
I'm crying out your name into this room It never was...and never will be a home
I hope it's not as easy for you to forget me As I've been forgotten Thought I was dreaming about, \"you and me\" Home is where everything else is missed